Ann's Bird Blog: June 2017

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Chat and Warbler

I got some good pictures of the yellow-breasted chat last week when we were out at the farm ponds.

Then, tonight we stopped by there - and saw a prairie warbler!! First time for both of us. Unmistakeable identification. I got a couple of pictures but they are not very good. I will try again next time.

Sunday, June 4, 2017

Black-necked Stilt

So a rare bird has been out at the farm ponds - two black-necked stilts. We got out there after church tonight. This picture isn't great but it definitely shows them. These are shorebirds, found in southern Florida, up to the Carolina coast, and up the Mississippi River--but not in our area. We got good looks at them this evening.

And another picture of a male dickcissel, singing loudly as sunset approached.

How This Bird-Watching Happened

I'm always a little self-conscious and reticent about telling people that I like to watch birds. Somehow that hobby conjures up pictures of little old women in khaki shorts and boots, peering through binoculars at some little spot in the woods. Maybe wearing a pith helmet.

But birdwatching is something that really brought my husband and me together in the early years of our marriage. He was a huge hunter; I had never picked up a gun. We were very different. But we discovered that we were quite a team about birdwatching - I was the bookworm about them, and he had the outdoors knowledge to pick up sounds and motion in the woods. We kept lists and watched everywhere we went. I picked up some of his extensive knowledge about wildlife. And it was fascinating.

Even after our son was born, we still could keep up with this hobby somewhat. Our home had a great shelf feeder, directly out of our second-story bedroom window, that was about fifty yards from woods and stream. So we had great variety coming directly to our house.

After moving to Mike's hometown, the hobby waned. Two children, not a good location for much variety at a feeder, not as easy to take trips, either short or long ones. So it became an occasional thing rather than a main focus.

On our trip to the northwest, fourteen years ago, we put fifteen new species on our lists and got excited about it once again. And on our recent California trip, we got a few more.

Now that our children are gone, we're intent on watching birds again. It is still bringing us together. And we don't even need khaki shorts or pith helmets.